Every why has a wherefore.

Don't trust the person who has broken faith once.

This is his uncle's teaching, this Worcester, Malevolent to you In all aspects, Which makes him prune himself and bristle up The crest of youth against your dignity.

But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.

'By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible true, that thou art beauteous truth itself, that thou art lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal.

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving.

I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.